Lyrics

There's a price on our heads Remember when we couldn't give it away? They want to see us dead, but they'll be happy Just to watch the decay And I've been reading about our demise Trying to see myself through your eyes Well, it's an open casket wake Enjoy the show I heard the herd is nervous, that the murdered Verb disturbed it. Anabolic egos can't consider How their words hit Translation: no action, just consumer Satisfaction. light a match & watch the rats Dividing into factions There will be no more heroes; there will be no More "death or glory," Just second story men Selling second-hand stories